Post by Cierce/Ioanna/Alyssenia on Jul 6, 2008 12:50:40 GMT -5
I do not remember anything. Most people remember their past, the moment their life changed. Most people have fragments all bonding together to form a solid core of memory.
My first memory is snapping to and having a man screaming in my face. He was tall, deep blonde hair, and piercing seething green eyes. His armor shimmered in the sunlight, glittering like sunbeams on a lake surface. I remember his breath was hot, ragged, dirt smudged across his cheek, the lines of weariness and frustration. I also remember him promtly shoving me to the ground and demanding I focus.
Focus on what, at the time I had no idea, but I swiftly found myself swinging a mace up, and blocking his oncoming sword, and making my way to my feet. I was in a training feild with several other dressed in slightly less then impressive armor. I knew some how I was a fighter of some sort, because the mace in my hand felt oddly natural. Beyond that I had no recolection of where or who I was.
The officers at the school said I had suffered a scysm. Something in my mind had split and shut away, hiding something from me it felt I could not handle. They could however give me a few details.
My name was Ioanna Skysong, I was brought to the academy a year before the Scourge attacked, by my father, Sirus Skysong, a noble among the Queldo'rei. It was expected that I would like several traditions of my family, train and learn the ways of a Paladin to eventually go into service of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Unfortunately those dreams where vanquished with the attack of the scourge and most of the students at the Academy where sudden orphans as such myself seemed to be. Beyond that they only knew I was the only heir to my family's title and there for I could if I wished carry the title of Lady.
Of course to me it sounded as if they where recounting some other person's life, not a single word they said sounded familiar or even sparked a memory. I merely nodded, was glad I had a name of sorts and went back to my training. Over the next few years as my people rebuilt themselves so I rebuilt my life. My memory has never returned to me, and honestly unlike most, I am not eager to find it.
I have become a paladin like my lost father wished. But I have chosen to remain by my people's side, and protect those who have become closest to me. I fight because it is the rigth thing to do. I protect those who cannot protect themselves. I drive back the forces of the Dark Lord, and now with the betrayal of our "Prince", I also seek to end his subjugation of our people.
I am young, I know. I have seen little of the horrors of this world and the dark shadows that it can posess. But I have seen the Light in all its wonder. I have seen people restored, faith rekindled and the night pushed into the day. I have seen the wonders my kind can produce if we only hold to our faith in Light.
I am Ioanna Skysong, Squire to the Light.
My first memory is snapping to and having a man screaming in my face. He was tall, deep blonde hair, and piercing seething green eyes. His armor shimmered in the sunlight, glittering like sunbeams on a lake surface. I remember his breath was hot, ragged, dirt smudged across his cheek, the lines of weariness and frustration. I also remember him promtly shoving me to the ground and demanding I focus.
Focus on what, at the time I had no idea, but I swiftly found myself swinging a mace up, and blocking his oncoming sword, and making my way to my feet. I was in a training feild with several other dressed in slightly less then impressive armor. I knew some how I was a fighter of some sort, because the mace in my hand felt oddly natural. Beyond that I had no recolection of where or who I was.
The officers at the school said I had suffered a scysm. Something in my mind had split and shut away, hiding something from me it felt I could not handle. They could however give me a few details.
My name was Ioanna Skysong, I was brought to the academy a year before the Scourge attacked, by my father, Sirus Skysong, a noble among the Queldo'rei. It was expected that I would like several traditions of my family, train and learn the ways of a Paladin to eventually go into service of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Unfortunately those dreams where vanquished with the attack of the scourge and most of the students at the Academy where sudden orphans as such myself seemed to be. Beyond that they only knew I was the only heir to my family's title and there for I could if I wished carry the title of Lady.
Of course to me it sounded as if they where recounting some other person's life, not a single word they said sounded familiar or even sparked a memory. I merely nodded, was glad I had a name of sorts and went back to my training. Over the next few years as my people rebuilt themselves so I rebuilt my life. My memory has never returned to me, and honestly unlike most, I am not eager to find it.
I have become a paladin like my lost father wished. But I have chosen to remain by my people's side, and protect those who have become closest to me. I fight because it is the rigth thing to do. I protect those who cannot protect themselves. I drive back the forces of the Dark Lord, and now with the betrayal of our "Prince", I also seek to end his subjugation of our people.
I am young, I know. I have seen little of the horrors of this world and the dark shadows that it can posess. But I have seen the Light in all its wonder. I have seen people restored, faith rekindled and the night pushed into the day. I have seen the wonders my kind can produce if we only hold to our faith in Light.
I am Ioanna Skysong, Squire to the Light.